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Guest Blog and Giveaway with Peiri Ann



Music Playlist (Book Soundtrack)

So in Burdened you get two paranormal romances. The Nathan and Tracey romance where you are offered the choice to be with a burdened Sephlem. And the Glen and Scott romance where we experience the inconveniences of what happens when you are not offered the choice.
Here is the playlist for both. These are song I heard during and after writing the book that reminded me of the characters and their situations. As well as Burdened’s theme.
Burdened Playlist.

Demons – Imagine Dragons
Almost Is Never Enough – Ariana Grande & Nathan Sykes
The Last Song – Rihanna
Kill and Run – Sia
Reload – Sebastian Ingrosso
I Choose You – Sara Bareilles
Red Light – Tiesto
Latch – Disclosure Feat Sam Smith
Permanent – David Cook
Magic – Cold Play
Come A Little Closer – Cage the Elephant
Ten Feet Tall – Afrojack & Wrabel
Heaven – Beyonce
Find You – Zedd
Kiss Me – Ed Sherran
Safe and Sound – Capital City

Glen and Scott Bonus Tracks.

Say Something – A Great Big World
Just A Fool – Christina Aguilera Feat Black Shelton
Breath Me – Sia
Down – Jason Walker
A Drop in the Ocean – Ron Pope
When a Heart Breaks – Ben Rector
Never Say Never – Fray
I’ve Told You Now – Sam Smith

Burdened
A Burdened Novel
Book 1
Peiri Ann

Genre: Paranormal Romance

ISBN: 9780991381104
ASIN: B00JYOLZA2

Number of pages: ebook (381)
Number of pages: paperback (423)
Word Count: 142K

Book Description:

Tracey Warren has everything an eighteen year old girl should. She lives a life of expectancies; go to school, please her parents, party with friends, and revel in life as a young adult.

That is until she experiences an unexpected life changing accident caused by Nathan Newcomb; an illegally attractive yet perplexed guy who has her fumbling over her words and cracking her head on the concrete. In being enthralled by his overwhelming existence, Tracey neglects his promise of death (which never falls short of Nathan) and in ignoring his guarantee, she chooses to give into love over sanity and risks her life for the opportunity of being with him.

Nathan, knowing the risks gives into this want to have Tracey presuming it may be better to jeopardize their possible ending, than to allow her to endure the pain of his devoid. Nonetheless, with him being a burdened Sephlem, not only are they burdened by their adversaries who will risk everything but the exposure of their existence to see Nathan fall. But Nathan and Tracey come to find that their most sinister enemies lie under their same roof and regrettably share the same bloodline.

Book Trailers: http://youtu.be/8MEiI_O0j5A  and http://youtu.be/xUnMHHqvGfo   

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Excerpt:
We walk out of the house to the backyard, and over to a gazebo that sits off to the side, equal distance from the house and the fence. There are cushioned benches and a beautiful water fountain surrounded by lilies. It’s dimly lit and the rest of the light comes from the remainder of the setting sun.
“I’m sorry about him, Tracey.” He sits down, pulling me to sit across him.
“No, it’s okay. There’s something off about him though. I know you know him better than I do—him being your dad and all. But there is something about him that doesn’t sit well with me. Why all the questions all of a sudden? Just the other day he was the least bit interested in us.”
“He’s an ass. That is how he is. He is one way one day and a different way the next. Fortunately, you were not able to hear what he was really saying—only what came out of his mouth.”
“And what was that?” I’m curious.
“‘This isn’t about you. This is about Nathan.’” He points to himself.
I tense, feeling a slight discomfort. That’s what the Nathan-look-alike said to me the other night, and in that same tone. “That sounds familiar.”
“How so?”
“You said that to me the day you tricked me.”
“That wasn’t me, again, and what do you mean?”
“That exact same tone, those words. When the guy—” I can’t recall his name. “—cut me, that’s what he said.” My hands start getting cold.
Nathan thinks for a moment, or maybe looks in my head. I sit quiet until he says something. “We have today. I’ll worry about it tomorrow,” he responds, ten minutes later.
I smile at him. Although, that really doesn’t give me much for whatever conclusion he came up with, or if he came up with a conclusion. We sit in silence. I try to wrap my head around Nathan’s father and his mixed personalities.
“What is he going to try to talk to us about?” I ask.
“He has no plans of talking with us. Rather, I have no intentions of speaking with him—not with you in the room anyway.”
“Why not with me in the room?” The distant Nathan is back.
“I would say things to him, and perform in a way, that I don’t want you to see.”
“And what, by you doing so, will make me think differently of you?”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I have no respect for my father. I don’t care about hurting his feelings—if he had any. I also don’t use control when I deal with him.” He looks towards the yard.
“What are you saying?” I probe.
“Tracey, this is not a conversation I’m ready to have right now.”
“Why do you hold things back from me?”
“My life is difficult. My relationship with my father is not like others. How would it sound to you if I said I want to kill my father, and every time I try, the only thing that saves him is my mother? That I don’t mind losing control around him, in hopes that I would murder him—with no doubts or regrets.” He looks at me with no hurt in his eyes about his feelings.
“But if you murder your father, wouldn’t you kill your mother as well?”
“No, she will remain alive, but she will be miserable and out of character.”
“Wait, I’m confused. I thought one could not live without the other?”
“The female can live without the male, but not the other way around. Remember, your heart beats in replacement of mine. So if I die, your heart will still beat, but if you die, that’s it for the both of us.” That’s some crazy shit. “But if I’m hurt, you can always heal me, and I you. You may also be able to feel my hurt now.”


About the Author:

A love for reading transpired into an admiration for writing at a young age for Peiri Ann. Starting off in writing poetry and short stories she indulged in the possibilities of creating new worlds and lives to live within them opening a window of unanticipated possibilities. In high school a pin and notebook never left her grasps and in college the pin was replaced by a keyboard and the notebook replaced by a computer screen. She holds a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology and certified in business management.

When Peiri Ann is not writing, reading, doing homework, or working in the downtown of Chicago she enjoys spending time with her little girl, watching action flicks, and spooning peanut butter from the jar as a midnight snack.

Web – www.peiriann.com

Blog - http://peiriannslifesloves.blogspot.com/

Twitter - @peiriann

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/aburdenednovel

Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7728917.Peiri_Ann


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Spotlight and Giveaway Wolf’s Bane: Demimonde Book 3 by Ash Krafton



Wolf’s Bane
Demimonde
Book 3
Ash Krafton

Genre: urban fantasy

Book Description:

Since becoming oracle to the demivampire two years ago, advice columnist Sophie has battled werewolves and survived a vampire attack (or two). However, not only was she powerless to save her lover Marek when he slipped to the brink of evolution, she also witnessed his transformation into a falcon, the symbol of Horus United.

Sophie’s quest to save Marek is further complicated when rock star Dierk Adeluf – who also happens to be the king of the Werekind – invites her backstage after a concert. Just when it seems she will find respite from heartache, Sophie is bitten by a werewolf and Dierk decides she is destined to be his queen.

Sophie is caught between the demivamps she loves and the Were who commands her to love him. Throw in his jealous wanna-be girlfriend—a true bitch if ever there was one—and an ambush by witches, and there you have the big mess that Sophie calls her life. And, hello? Her soul mate is still a bird.

She’s supposed to be the girl with all the answers, but Sophie needs more than a little advice–she needs divine intervention.

Excerpt
The man sitting across from me absolutely hated himself.

I didn’t need to unzip my barriers to make that assessment. The way his shoulders crept up his neck, the curve of his back that left his face parallel to his thighs, the way he avoided looking at me or anyone else—body language said it all. And when he did finally raise his too-heavy head to look at me, his eyes were stony and hollow, too dead to even care what anyone saw in them.

He wore his self-loathing the way I wished I wore Jimmy Choos—right out there for the whole world to see. Difference was, he didn’t care who looked.

I glanced at the demivamp who hovered behind him like a first-year teacher. She toyed with the end of her braid and looked ready to throw herself onto him if need be. Maybe he was a flight risk. Maybe he was a danger to himself.

Maybe he was a danger to me. In that case, the other DV wasn’t necessary. I didn’t worry so much about myself anymore. I’d learned a thing or two about staying alive.

Not to mention, I had an entire courtroom full of DV that perched on the semi-circles of benches, elbow to elbow, each waiting their turn with the Sophia. I knew full well every single one of them would fling themselves between me and whatever peril might arise here.
I was well-guarded. Perks of being a national treasure.

I flicked my gaze up to the DV who stood behind my client, dismissing her. Once she took her place in the audience, I sank into my Sophia sight. Finding my center and called up my barriers, peeling away the outermost layer and expanding it until it encompassed us both in an invisible but completely sound-proof bubble.

A nifty little trick I’d learned since Dorcas removed the last remaining obstacles between me and my power. She hadn’t been much of a dresser and had a weird thing for vampires, not to mention acting like the scariest damned thing I’d ever seen, but I had to hand it to her. She’d done me a solid.

When the barrier went up around us, there was a little ear-pop of sensation. He seemed to notice me then. His eyes took up a pale light, gleaming like the teeth he hid behind the disdainful curl of his lips. His power seethed out like the odor of a hot dumpster—the feel of it decayed and ugly and absolutely desperate.

I smiled, grim and hard. This guy might be the farthest gone DV I’d ever met. He was going to be a challenge.

Good.

I decided to start the same way I always did, knowing this one might not end the same way. “What’s your name?”

He stared me down for several moments. “You want my current name or the one that’s waiting for me?”

Obviously, he was referring to the name change that happened when a DV Fell. Vampires never kept their DV names. All part of the whole born-again (dead-again?) persona of a newly-minted vamp.

“You have one name,” I said, my voice like tungsten. “And you’re going to keep it.”

“Like you can stop me.”

I smiled again, glad I had chosen to wear lip gloss because my mouth was so dry, my lips would have split without it. “I can. And I will.”

“Look, lady.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. The pale light in his dark eyes looked like an early hard frost on a green lawn. Untimely end of a sweet season. “I know who you are, and I know what you do. Sometimes, you just gotta let nature take its course.”

“This isn’t nature. This is self-punishment.”

He smiled, open-mouthed to show all his teeth. Sharp, elongated, a mouth full of knives. A vamp’s mouth. “And I earned every single minute of it.”

Okay. Tough guy. Proud of the shitty things he’s done. That was part of the thrill of being so close to Falling. Kind of like passing over the event horizon into a black hole, when one part of you accelerates faster than the rest. His soul was a ragged plastic bag caught on a tree branch, waiting for the last big wind to come along.

His heart had already flown loose. In his heart, he was a vampire.

Well, his body was still here, and his soul was still here, and I was still here. He was in for a surprise.

I surveyed his power, using Sophia-sight to visualize it. It was dark, like cooling lava, black and cracked and sullen red showing through the seams. The black crust was his resignation. He’d stopped fighting. Well, maybe he just needed the right sparring partner.

How did you get rid of hard, black cooling lava? Why, you heat it up, of course. Nothing got a man hotter than his temper.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. There were other things, but that wasn’t my brand of therapy.

I pushed through his brittle ugly shell into the lava beneath, then through the lava to his inner core. It was tiny, but it was cool, and green, and still had the essence of who he used to be. His feelings were still packed away inside and I latched onto it, expanded it, examined it. Family. He had kids. A job. He’d been a lawyer, and a good one. He was proud of what he’d done—in the beginning.

Ah. That’s where it started to turn. I sifted along the line of those memories and found the point when he started fighting for the bad guys.

“A dirty lawyer?” I snorted and rolled my eyes. “There’s a shock. Your parents must be so proud.”

He growled and dug his fingers into his thighs. “Shut up.”

“No wonder you turned into this.” I waved my fingers at him as if I were calling out a Coach bag knock-off at a street vendor. “I thought you were going to say you ate babies or something but a corrupt lawyer? That’s sick.”

Rage filled him like a burning warehouse, the fury consuming his power. If it weren’t for my personal shields, I’d have been incinerated. The fire of his anger melted the hard shell of his former apathy and he’d become a miniature sun of murderous intent.

He wanted to end me, wanted nothing more than to get his hands on me.

I beat him to it.

Like the flick of a mental finger, I opened the door in my mind where all the bad stuff went. It was like a vacuum in there and once it was open, it just sucked at his power, the ugly, the hate and the agony he’d surrounded himself with and I pulled.

It hurt. It hurt me, it was like sandpaper on the eyes and it hurt him. He howled as I ripped away all the fury of his self-loathing and hate.

Normally, I did this in steps, gently, kind of a leeching away. Not this guy. I had to over-power him because at this stage, he could just grow it all back. Vampires were infinite wells of hate and evil and this guy was so damned close.

His howl became a roar and he made a lunge for me. I slid a ramrod of my shields at him and held him at a mental arm’s length. He struggled to reach me, his clawed hands inches from my eyes and if he got to me, if he reached me, he’d tear my throat out.

No, he wouldn’t. I was stronger than that. I bit down on my lips and tasted the tang of blood and continued to strip his agony away.

This little man wasn’t big enough to break me. I continued to pull away the damage of his soul, and sent a simultaneous stream of the Sophia into him, a cool mist against the acrid hate. His soul had been dried and withered and it soaked up the Sophia’s healing rain, swelling and anchoring itself once more.

The fight was going out of him. He dropped his hands, fighting to breathe. Part of my brain screamed to stop, this was too much, too fast. But a part of my heart was intent on pushing the limits, almost wishing to break because maybe then—just maybe—I’d break past whatever unknown obstacle had been holding me back. Desperation drove me just as surely as it had driven him.

So I was relentless. I continued the pull and the push and I found myself standing over his slumped body. He’d slid down in his chair, head dropped against the back of the cushion, his eyes darkening into a deep green, like spring grass. And I didn’t stop.

I didn’t stop until he’d fallen to his knees before me, forehead pressed to my feet, crying and repeating words I couldn’t hear because the Sophia was too much in control. My ears didn’t work right when she was filling my head. I kind of got used to it.

When it was all gone, all the damage and the negativity and the self-hate, the Sophia pulled itself back, sealing the drain. Sound returned, and I could hear his labored breathing, his murmured chanting. My insides still felt raw. That would take a day or two to settle down.
I was aware the outer barrier was still up and I dispelled it. Another ear-pop and we were both submerged in a cacophony of applause and happy shouting. Several people rushed forward to embrace him, hugs for him, awkward hugs for me. I backed away from the jostling and let his family and friends bear him back to the seats. He beamed at me, incredulous joy and gratitude on his face.

And it didn’t touch me at all.

I only had two thoughts. The first was: I had just gotten inside him, battled his demons, saved his soul, but I never learned his name. Maybe it was better that way. There were so many DV. I couldn’t remember all their names and keep my sanity.

The second was: it hadn’t been enough. He was, by far, the worst I’d encountered and it still wasn’t enough. There had been no revelation, clue, no hint how to fix the one problem I needed to fix.

I’d come no closer to solving Marek’s problem.

A terrible panic tried to grip me but I squashed it down. I swallowed hard and pinched myself and turned to the crowd. The entire group fell silent, hanging on my words.

“Another,” I called. “Please. I need another.”

And I continued to heal, and I continued to need, and I continued to fight the growing fear that in the end, I might save a million DV and still stand to lose the one I truly loved.

Another stepped forward, and after him another, and it was pushing dawn before I realized none of it had given me what I needed to save Marek.

I stared bleakly at the sea of hopeful faces. So many saves, so many solutions, all of it dwarfed in the shadow of my heart’s crushing failure. All my exhaustion, all my despair, all of the raw edges inside me, seething with the scalds of so much negative energy, and all I could think was that I had to do this all again for the next envoy in three days’ time.

Einstein’s Definition of Insanity Sophie, that’s me.


About the Author:

Ash Krafton writes from the heart…of the Pennsylvania coal region, that is.

She is the author of the Books of the Demimonde (Pink Narcissus Press).

BLEEDING HEARTS (Demimonde #1) is a six-time RWA finalist and was voted "Reviewer Top Pick" by Gravetells.com. Ash continues the story of Sophie and her Demivampires in her latest release BLOOD RUSH (Demimonde #2). She's hard at work (when she isn't watching Doctor Who) writing the third book, WOLF'S BANE.

Ash Krafton's poetry and short fiction has appeared in several journals, including Niteblade, Bete Noire, Abandoned Towers, and Silver Blade. She's a member of Pennwriters, RWA, and Maryland Writers Association. She lurks near her blog and contributes to the QueryTracker blog.

Ash lives with her family and their German Shepherd dog deep in the Pennsylvania wilds, awaiting the day the TARDIS appears in the driveway (the dog most likely keeps the Doctor away. What a beast.)

Until then, she writes.

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Giveaway and Excerpt: Between The Trees by M.E. Yildirim





Between The Trees
Chastity Point Series
Book II
M.E. Yildirim

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: June 27, 2014

Number of pages: 474
Word Count:  153933

Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet

Book Description:

Ciarán Blane had always been a soldier. It was the only way of life he knew. But he hadn't been an average warrior, since he was not even an ordinary man to begin with. He was something more than human, carrying a wild beast within, akin to a werewolf-like creature straight from legends and myths...

Except he was very real.

Ciarán was a highly trained sniper who was sent into the thick of the fray, when basic human senses were failing. He was also an executioner for his own kind, when they lost all semblance of a civilized being and had gone rogue. After years of dealing in death, he was on the cusp of losing his own humanity in favor to his ferocious nature. And once that happened, nothing but death awaited him...

Danielle Kendrick had planned her whole life up to the smallest detail, only to helplessly watch all her dreams and hopes unravel and crumple at her feet. All of it being merely the outcome of one catastrophic moment, when the truth had been revealed in all its ugly glory. Not the truth about her, but her older brother, who turned out to be a far cry from the person everybody thought he was.

After his death, all his sins fell on Dani's shoulders, in the blink of an eye costing her the loss of family, friends, a house and a dream career. But fate was not yet done with her and kept testing her by placing more challenges in her way. Was Ciarán going to be one of too many and her final downfall at once?

Being the mate to a savage alpha male would be hard enough but he was the very person, who was the catalyst behind her life falling apart. Was Danielle going to be able see past that and trust the intimidating man, who seemed to be nothing more than a hardened killer, possessing the same traits she despised in her own brother?

Will she turn her back on Ciarán and by doing that, damn them both?

Was a dominant male, used to having his way in every aspect of life, be able to rein in his primal instinct for a love he doesn't believe in? Or does the hunter turn into the very thing he hated and become the prey instead?
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Excerpt from Chapter 7

            She switched the light on at the same moment a low, masculine voice broke the stillness of the evening.
“I can see you've had a great time.” Ciarán stated, and she gasped, swiveling on her heel to look at him.
He was seated near the window, in a masculine sprawl, in which he seemed to own the chair. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and his hands laced behind his head, giving him an utterly relaxed look.
Top of his black shirt was unbuttoned, and it seemed he felt perfectly unfettered in her room, making it his personal space.
“Ciarán.” She said, pressing the palm of hand to her wildly galloping heart. “I didn't expect to see you here.”
“Ah, who did you expect then?” He asked in an indifferent tone of voice that made her suspicious on the spot.
She took a closer look at him and regretted it right away. His eyes were cold, inhuman, and they gave her chills. His nostrils were flaring in an unmistakable way, she already knew the meaning of now, and a feeling of mortification speared through her like a bullet.
“Stop this.” She whispered, humiliated.
It seemed too… intimate that he could scent her, felt like a violation of her privacy, and she didn't know how to protect herself against it.
Against him.
But whatever tale his sensitive nose was spinning for him, it only seemed to make him angrier. Dani had no idea where her knowledge was coming from, but she was convinced Ciarán was teetering on the very fine edge of his control.
And it scared her as nothing else ever had.
“I don't appreciate you smelling me. I don't like it at all.” She snapped, when her inner voice was screaming at her not to provoke him more.
To turn around and get out of Dodge before it will be too late.
Too late for what? she asked herself, but no answer was forthcoming.
“And I don't like the particular scent attached to you now.” He growled lowering his arms and sitting up, making her take an involuntary step back.
He smirked noticing it, but the anger rolling off his massive body didn't ease up a bit. It was nearly palpable, suffocating her with its strength.
“Then leave, it's my room.” She swallowed audibly.
Dani had no idea what was up with him tonight, but she was not going to back down. All of a sudden it became imperative to her that she no longer permitted people to walk all over her.
“You are in a strange kind of mood Ciarán.” She noticed.
“You think so?” He rasped quietly, staring at her without blinking.
“You are toying with me, when I don't even know the rules of this game.” Dani said with dignity.
If he were going to behave enigmatically, without really saying a thing, she was the one who was going to leave the room, or even the house if need be, she decided.
“We will get to playing, but first tell me, who was that?” He demanded in a rational voice that started to grate on her nerves.
He was interrogating her, just like her brother used to, and she felt a bile of nausea rising in her throat at the memory.
“You have no right to ask me any questions. You've brought me back to Chastity Point, but as I was saying before, you don't need to feel responsible for me. I am a big girl Ciarán, I can take care of myself.” Dani answered, straightening her spine and forcing herself to look into his dead eyes.
The lack of any sign of life in them was terrifying, but she just couldn't glance away. If eyes were windows to the soul, did it mean his was barren as well? she wondered.
“Oh, but I have every right, so let me ask you one more time. Who. Was. That?” He emphasized every word as if she were too stupid to understand it at the first time.
He linked the fingers of both hands like a pianist preparing himself for a solo concert. There was some sharpened alertness to him that seemed honed to perfection, like the most lethal of blades.
“I am done with this conversation.” She muttered and turned around to leave the room.
She didn't hear any movement behind her, but when she touched the doorknob his palm suddenly slapped the surface of the door, making it impossible for her to open it up.
“Please, let me go.” Her throat has instantly dried up and she couldn't swallow easily.
“Let you go?” He barked out a short laugh devoid of any trace of humor. “I'm afraid this option is unacceptable.”
“What do you want from me?” She asked, coming to a standstill, when he pressed his body more heavily into hers, surrounding her with his heat.
Her mind kept telling her it shouldn't be under these circumstances, but she was starting to get frantic, and couldn't focus on anything except getting away from him.
“So many options… I will show you why you should have never come to me with the scent of another male on your body.” He growled into her ear, before grazing her neck with his teeth.
Her body bucked, and she tried to make him release her, but he just turned her around instead. She gasped at the swiftness of his motion.
Her back was pinned against the door now, with his weight keeping her in place. Ciarán's hand manacled her arms above her head. She tried to dislodge him, but it was a futile attempt.
Her head snapped up and she looked into his eyes, hoping to find something there which could explain any of this.
Her breath left her, because his eyes were red.



About the Author: 

M.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover.

She lives with head full of voices which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories.

M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.

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